After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 97 Looking for it
Da Zhuang's eyes swept over her wet red lips, and he explained in a low voice: "Madam hasn't come back so late, I'll look for her."

He was sitting on the horse, Qiao Yuan looked up at him, the back of his neck was a little sore, but he didn't notice the unusual tension between his brows.

"There's a tree down ahead, and the carriage can't go."

The little beauty complained coquettishly, and when she saw him coming, she relaxed.

Just like before, when she encountered something, she just sat aside and waited quietly and patiently, and the man would naturally help her solve it.

Just like when Qi Cun rescued Qiao Yuan from Gu Zhong, he was also blocked by fallen trees on the way back.

The scene of deja vu made Da Zhuang feel tighter, and he just wanted to hide the person in his arms even more.

But he didn't want Da Zhuang to just turn his head and look at the road ahead, his expression was flat, and he didn't intend to get off his horse to help at all.

Qiao Yuan looked at him blankly.

Da Zhuang lowered his head and looked into the beauty's sparkling eyes, trusting him so much.

Seeing that he didn't move, Qiao Yuan couldn't help but want to speak, but saw him take off his bamboo hat, bend down and put it on her head.

This bamboo hat is an ordinary bamboo hat, made of dry grass, and ordinary people use it to shelter from the rain. It doesn't need to be pretty, just strong.

Now under the crude bamboo hat is a delicate and delicate beauty. The two completely opposites are put together, and there is a strange beauty like the bright moon being pulled into the earthly world.

Qiao Yuan had never worn this kind of thing before, so he reached out to touch it curiously, and his delicate fingertips felt prickly.

She obediently raised her head so that the man could help her fasten the straps of the hat.

She didn't feel uncomfortable wearing it, but she was a little uncomfortable. The bamboo hat was on her head, and the big and strong hair dripped down quickly. Qiao Yuan was a little puzzled: "You're just doing one-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Da Zhuang suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand to hug her by the waist.

Qiao Yuan came back to his senses, and was hugged and sitting in front of the horse, with a hot chest pressed against his back.

As her body sank, Da Zhuang took off his raincoat and put it on her body. He was completely soaked in the rain, and Qiao Yuan could hear the pattering of raindrops on his strong chest.

The coir raincoat was too rough for a body used to wearing silk and satin. Qiao Yuan moved unaccustomedly, and her hand was immediately held.

Qiao Yuan was startled and couldn't help but struggled in shame. Before she could say a word, the arms around her waist suddenly tightened, and then the horse underneath her started running.

The series of actions just now happened so quickly that Zhou Lian had no time to stop him. He watched helplessly as the tall man put Zhen Guogong's wife on the horse, and then drove away with him in his arms.

It's almost like a bandit robbing the scene of a marriage.

Lu Xiu looked back at Zhou Lian's expression and touched his nose: "Well, Mr. Zhou, don't worry, that person is... the guard of our house.

The madam and the guards rode on the same horse, and there was a distance between them. If it is said that things should be done in a hurry, it can be justified.

Zhou Lian glanced at the receding figure, lowered his head, thoughtful.

Qiao Yuan didn't know what stimulated Da Zhuang in front of him.

The little beauty was used to being held up by men, especially when she was used to seeing Da Zhuang being gentle and considerate in front of her during this period. When she was treated so forcefully at first, she was simply angry and angry.

The person behind still wanted to hug her, but Qiao Yuan broke away from his hand and grabbed the rein herself.

Feeling Madam's resistance, Da Zhuang withdrew his hand silently, and put an empty ring around her waist to protect Madam from falling.

The horse is a good horse, and it runs like the wind.

The little beauty is very moist on weekdays, drinking tea and watching plays, her hands only hold gems and jewelry, she has never even touched embroidery needles, how can she grasp the thick | hard reins.

While Qiao Yuan was angry with this unsatisfactory body, he also scolded this dog man in his heart for being so rude.

The raincoat on my body was so heavy, and the wind hurt my face.

After a stalemate for a while, Qiao Yuan was still defeated, and when Da Zhuang approached tentatively again, he took advantage of the opportunity to hide in his arms.

Due to the long delay on the road, when we returned to the familiar Zhuangzi, it was already very quiet inside.Qiao Yuan was carried away, but fortunately no one passed by along the way.

Back at the house, Da Zhuang put down his wife, and was about to untie her hat and coir raincoat when he was pushed away the next moment.

Qiao Yuan threw something into his arms bitterly: "Get out."

A beauty is beautiful even when she is angry.

The snow-white cheeks were flushed with anger, and the eyes were full of water, which was inconceivably vivid.

His big, dark eyes stared at her, he was silent for a moment, then turned around and left.

Qiao Yuan turned around angrily and went into the inner room, there was a maid waiting inside with a lamp, and when she heard the movement, she hurried out to greet her.

"Madam is back, do you want to take a shower first?"

In order to prevent my wife from catching wind and cold when she came back from the rain, hot water was prepared in the room, and the servants changed it again and again. At this time, the water temperature was just right.

Qiao Yuan bumped all the way and was already tired, so he nodded feebly.

After bathing and changing clothes, Qiao Yuan felt a little relieved as she lay on the soft quilt, listening to the maid say that everything was fine with the young prince.

At this time, the third watch had passed, and the servant girl was about to go out with her changed clothes in her arms, when she suddenly let out a strange snort.

"It's raining so hard outside, but Madam's clothes are still clean."

Qiao Yuan was stunned for a moment. She was wearing a cape cape and hat, and hid in someone's arms. She was well protected along the way, except for some bumps, she didn't get a drop of rain.

But that's not necessarily the case for that person. He came back in the rain all the way.

Qiao Yuan huddled under the quilt, biting his fingertips, thinking about why Da Zhuang suddenly became so abnormal today, just like a symptom.

Forget it, the doctor said that he had blood congestion in his brain, so he was indeed sick.

When the servant girl left, she put down the gold silk gauze curtain in front of the bed, and the room was dark and hazy.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and the gauze curtain was lifted from the inside.

That's all, what's the point of arguing with people who have brain problems?

The little beauty stepped on her embroidered shoes angrily, walked out of the inner room, opened the door, and suddenly paused.

The man was holding the coir rain hat in his hand, and it was obvious that he had not left since he came back. However, he did not make any movement outside, and was as silent as a lacquered pillar blending into the night.

Da Zhuang didn't expect his wife to open the door suddenly, he looked uneasy for a moment, then he was silent, and explained: "Madam, I'm keeping watch at night, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

How long has he been standing here.

Qiao Yuan glanced at the dripping clothes and frowned, "Come in."

There were no bulky clothes here. Qiao Yuan rummaged around and only found a clean towel.

Qiao Yuan clumsily knelt down on the bed to wipe his hair, trying her best to look calm: "Dazhuang, what's wrong with you today?"

Da Zhuang turned to look at her.

Just getting up from the bed, Qiao Yuan didn't even know what state she was in now.

The bun is messy, the eyes are moist, and the black hair is piled around the waist and hanging on the couch. Because the two of them are close to each other, there are still a few strands of hair falling on the man's shoulders, making people jealous.

Because she was kneeling on the edge of the couch, the silk skirt slipped up slightly, and her exposed calf was white and slender, without any blemish.

Da Zhuang suddenly said: "Madam, will you marry again in the future?"

(End of this chapter)